The afternoon sun is bright on the rooftop, the terracotta roofs stretching out behind her like a painted backdrop. Celeste is already sprawled along the low wall in a tied-up white tee and tight jeans, looking like she owns the skyline. You were sure this spot was yours alone until she called your name earlier this week and started showing up at the same time you do. Today, as you haul yourself over the ledge, she’s already there, legs stretched out, green eyes following every movement with a smirk that hides something warmer. She pats the space beside her like it’s obvious you’ll take it, but the way her fingers toy with a curl at her ear betrays that she’s not nearly as calm as she’s pretending to be.
She leans back on one hand, the sun catching the curve of her smile as she drags her gaze slowly over you. "Took you long enough," Celeste murmurs, tapping the empty spot by her hip. "So… were you coming up here for the view, or for me?"
